Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, or Martha Stewart and her affiliating companies.

"Hi, Robin." There she stood. In all her glory, there she stood. And where she stood, she looked beautiful. She was still in a light blue, silky night gown. It had a lace trimming around a circular neckline. Standing in the kitchen, cooking pancakes, was Robin. He gawked in admiration. She looked so wonderful. And after this moment, she floated off, wafting on a heavenly cloud.

"Oh... the pancakes burned!" In a cloud of frustration, Robin cleaned the griddle of all the toasted batter.

The phone began to ring. Beast Boy answered.

"Hello, Titan's residence."

"Get Robin."

"Okay, dude." Beast Boy, eyes puffed from a restless night, handed the phone to Robin and walked back to his bedroom, as if he was in a daze.

"Hello."

"Hi, Robin, it's about your cake. I can't find it."

"Jessie, if this is a joke, it isn't funny. I spent seven hours working on that cake, and now you have the nerve to tell me it's gone!"

"Robin, really, I can't find it. This morning, I looked in the refrigerator, right where you put it. It was gone!"

"Jessie, you can't tell me this now. Star's birthday is in two days. I don't have any time."

"Look, I am sorry. I can't find it."

Robin hung the phone up. However, Jessie was still worried about what Robin would do if he found out what really happened.

"Hi, Christina."

"Hi, Jessie. What is for dinner?"

"Well, I made us some beef tips, some rice, asparagus, and spicy potatoes."

So far, the date had gone well. Christina had enjoyed her meal. Jessie hadn't burnt anything when he cooked it. But then:

"Jessie, may I have a bite of this wonderful looking cake?"

Jessie thought it was the chocolate one he had prepared earlier. "Sure, hon." So, Christina cut herself a slice.

"Oh, this dessert is divine! You are such a good cook!"

"It's just a chocolate cake."

"Uh, no it's not."

"What!" Jessie pivoted around in his chair to find that Christina had cut herself a slice of Robin's vanilla cake that he had specially prepared for Starfire. "Oh, no."

Back at Titans' Tower, all was well for everyone - except Robin. So far, the group of teens had all eaten breakfast and were tending to their daily doings. Raven sat in her room, content, reading her latest novel in the "Good Night, My Love" series. So far, the evil villain had killed off three people, and Raven was on the edge of her seat, wondering what could happen next. Beast Boy was off chanting about tofu and baking his newest recipe, tofu cilantro pie. It looked, smelled, and tasted disgusting - even to the tofu-obsessive teenager. Starfire was prancing around Titans' Tower cleaning. She had dusted everything. All the brass in the tower was polished. And, of course, the toilets had been scrubbed. Why? Earlier that morning, Starfire had tuned into a show featuring Martha Stewart. Now, she was perfectly imitating the neat, clean woman. Robin was pacing around the house, head in hands. What was he going to do? But, most of all, who loses a cake? These thoughts and many more passed through the masked boy's head. He was worrying himself sick. When will I prepare this cake? I'd better tonight.

It was midnight, and inside Titans' Tower, all were asleep - except Robin. The teenager was up, hoping that no one else was as well, and rummaging through all the cabinets, searching for the ingredients contained in the special cake he would make, again, for Starfire. Again, thoughts went through his head of how special he would make her birthday. Also, how wonderful she would feel. Oh, he knew, she would be on top of the world. She would be immensely happy. And it would all be because of him. But for now, he had to create one of the terrific elements that would make this day so special.

"Robin, what are you doing up this late?" Beast Boy entered the room, opened the refrigerator, and withdrew a bar of chilled tofu.

"Oh, just, uh..." Robin saw an empty coffee mug laying on the counter near the sink. "Drinking coffee. Yes, I was just drinking coffee.

Beast Boy shook his head and exited the room. Hopefully, the rest of the night would not be as nerve-racking.

Once again, Robin stood in the kitchen, holding a bag of flour, and thinking of how wonderful her birthday would be. The future was full of possibilities - many wonderful possibilities.